I want to describe how I feel inside.
And I want to try to explain existing in the workplace of my mind.
The closest comparison that I can find is, it’s like sitting at a table in a restaurant of marvelous architectural design.
With exaggerated high ceilings.
Where one individual’s voice gets lost, and is impossible to find.
Traveling thoughts made of loud notes, that find their seats.
Watching the show they star in ,as pieces of me, collectively.
No breaks. Unpaid understudy.
The role I am to take.
If I don’t find a way out of this place.
No pause for the moon or sun to take.
The clinking of the dishes in the background.
Glass hitting the ground.
The waiters frequently coming around.
The people coming in and out.
Conversations closing me in, going on and about.
It’s a symphony of loud vibrating mouths.
The only silence that can be found, is within the space between you and the ground.
Not between my two temples, where a home for my mind is bound.
It thrives in these kinds of environments.
Because it utilizes the noise, to muffle my cries to escape its vindictiveness.
While it continues to berate my human condition, it helped create.
The ego and critic are also part of their team.
Loud places are playgrounds for the curses we just throw around, carelessly. Unknowingly.
I’ve casted so many spells out
under tall ceilings.
Just by thoughtlessly speaking aloud.
Escapees.
Words I thought encouraged others and me.
Have secrets hidden between the lettering.
BeLIEve, Believe, is to accept something as true.
This word has casted many spells.
And right in front of, and over me and you.
There is always a gathering of these negatives in this space.
My minds workplace has no pause.
Just a big red switch.
Labeled, Last date.
I guess that’s the best description of my minds workplace, that I can paint.

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